Crossing the line

Bella kept her charcoal moving for another minute, finishing the soft, heavy shape of him on the page. The drawing was almost complete, yet the thought wouldn’t leave her. She set the stick down and looked at Alex.

“Close your eyes,” she said quietly.

He frowned. “Why?”

“Just trust me for a second.”

After a short hesitation he did. Bella stood, heart hammering, and pulled the sundress over her head. Her bra and panties followed, dropped silently to the floor. The cool air of the living room touched her bare skin. She stepped closer until she stood right in front of him.

“Open them.”

Alex’s eyes opened. They widened the moment they landed on her naked body: full breasts, the soft curve of her waist, the dark triangle between her thighs. He stared, clearly caught off guard.

“I figured, something...” Bella said, voice low, “if I’m asking you to be completely bare, it’s only fair I am too. Now we’re the same. You can relax.”

His cock gave a visible twitch against his thigh, but stayed soft. The reaction made her pulse jump.

She stepped even closer, still talking softly about the drawing, about how the light was better from this angle, about how much more accurate everything felt now. One of her hands settled on his knee, warm and light. Then it began to slide upward along the inside of his thigh, slow enough that he could have stopped her at any moment.

He didn’t.

When her fingers finally closed around him, Alex’s breath hitched hard. She held the thick, soft weight of his cock in her palm—heavy, warm, bigger than she had expected even from looking. She gave it a gentle stroke, feeling it shift in her hand.

“Bella...” His voice was strained, shocked. “What are you...”

“Shh.” She kept the slow motion going, watching his face. “Just… let me.”

It felt too good for him to pull away. She saw the conflict in his eyes, the way his hands gripped the couch cushions instead of pushing her off. Under her fingers he began to swell, thickening and lengthening bit by bit, but still not fully hard.

Bella stroked him a little more firmly, thumb brushing over the head. Her own body was already aching. She stared at the half-hard cock in her hand and the last of her hesitation crumbled.

Without another word she leaned down, parted her lips, and took him into her mouth.

Alex’s whole body jerked. A low, startled moan escaped him as the wet heat of her mouth surrounded the thick shaft. The sudden sensation finished what her hand had started; his cock surged the rest of the way hard, swelling heavy and long against her tongue until it filled her mouth completely. Huge, just as she had imagined, stretching her lips as she slowly took more of him.

“Fuck… Bella…” he breathed, voice rough with surprise and pleasure.

She hummed softly around him, already adjusting to the size, and began to move.